39. Reaper
Chapter Thirty-Nine
REAPER
Kill this nigga, stop wasting fucking time! His fat funky ass needs to die. Horny ass bastard.
I blinked my eyes twice and smiled as I watched Armando stroke his average-sized dick.
Licking my lips and smiling, I fake moaned as I caressed my breasts through the silk blouse I had on.
Once Ream left the club, I received a text message while sitting at the bar that it was show time.
I pushed my breasts up making sure my titties were practically spilling out my top and moved my mini skirt further up my thighs.
Taking the shot back, I slammed it on the bar and walked away acting like I was super drunk when I was very sober.
I stood in front of the private section and found a thirsty ass Italian man to dance with me.
I was a little stiff, but I worked my magic and grinded on him making him super aroused.
After dancing nonstop for ten minutes, one of the guards approached me and the gentleman and told me his boss wanted to speak to me.
Smiling innocently, I walked slowly inside and scanned the dimly lit space.
My eyes landed on a fat, light skin guy with a huge iced out Jesus piece hanging from his neck.
You could just kill this fat fuck now for our man and save yourself the trouble of leading him back to our room!
“Our man?” I asked myself out loud as my eyes were tied into whom I assumed was Armando.
“What was that beautiful?” His thick accent spoke over the loud music as I got closer. I slid into his lap and stroked his beard.
“Nothing handsome, I happen to like the song that’s playing.
” I played me talking to myself off cool.
Things with Ream and I were starting to heat the fuck up and after this mission.
I planned on falling back from him. I wanted to collect my money and do me.
I didn’t want to be involved with the feelings that was starting to rise inside of me.
Before we left each other to ride in separate cars to come to the club we had another steamy sex session.
Nigga had me calling him daddy, and baby and begging him to let me cum.
Ream had me acting like a weak, dizzy bitch. I didn’t like it one bit.
The fact that shit was starting to feel normal when it came to him laying up under me is what scared me the most. I never wanted to become dependent on a man.
I also didn’t want to get his expectations up when it came to me.
I needed to move freely and not feel as if a man was controlling my every fuckin move.
“Who are you here with? Why are you alone in a crazy club like mines?” He flexed, boasting off that this was his establishment. His old ass was trying to reel me in, so I played the part acting thirsty and shocked that he owned the place.
“Oh wow! This is your club? I think it’s beautiful, very upscale.
” I danced a little in his lap and could feel his little man downstairs brick up.
All this ass, falling from the bottom of this short-ass skirt would make any man lose his cool.
Even Ream, I could still feel the aftershock of him fucking me up against the wall long and hard before making me cream all down his big ass dick.
Nodding his head, I continued to stroke his ego.
“My father is a traveling doctor, so since he has business out here, he thought it would be a nice vacation for me and my sisters.” I froze up a little when his hand traveled up my thighs.
I stopped his hand from going any further as I took his thick hairy hand into mine.
“My sister wanted to go to the club that’s close to this one. I wanted to come here and find a nice-looking man to take back to my hotel. I picked this club because all of the lights on the outside caught my eye. “
“You got good taste.” He nodded his head proudly as I inwardly laughed inside.
I’ve seen way better clubs than this one.
This particular club looked like a hole in the wall.
The only thing it had going was the exterior of the club.
The interior was run down and the drinks tasted as if they mixed it down with water to stretch it out.
“I can’t go back to your club, but if you let me take you to my palace…
I will make it worth your while. Tomorrow we can go shopping, I can become your Italian boyfriend.
” He kissed my cheek and squeezed my inner thigh.
I stood up, not wanting his thirsty ass to go no further by touching me in places I wouldn’t dare allow.
Armando would be the luckiest man on earth if I even let him see a nipple or two before the night ended.
“Let’s go then, baby.” I slurred a little like I was still under the influence and gullible.
Here we were inside of his beautiful palace, I sipped some of the best wine, I had ever tasted and actually enjoyed how he had decorated his mansion.
It reminded me of the late sixties by the design and all the special gold statues he had in each room.
He took me on a tour and then had me accompany him to his room.
I took control over the situation and told him I loved fat guys and wanted to see him lying on his back with his dick in his hands.
“Stroke faster baby, I want to see the pre-cum leak out.” I encouraged him as he picked the pace up.
Massaging my breast, I watched him look at me until I spread my own legs apart.
Pulling my needle that was cover and held my medication inside of it, I watched his head fall back as if he was enjoying himself a little too much.
Wrong fucking move.
I smiled as I pulled the needle all the way out and tucked it in my hand to conceal it. I got up and walked slowly to him, stopping in front of the bed, I smiled as my eyes penetrated his.
“Smear all that pre-cum around your dick now, I want to taste it everywhere.” While he focused on doing that, I climbed onto the bed in between his legs with my ass slipping out of the skirt I had on.
I fake moaned and grabbed his penis with my free hand, holding it tight while I stroked it a little bit, I removed the cover from with my index finger and freed my needle and stabbed his dick with it.
Pushing it downward as the fluid rushed inside of him, he practically jumped up like he had lava underneath his ass.
His titties flopped as his mouth formed into a O.
The medicine was about to paralyze him for a while because I added a double dosage.
Leaving the needle inside of his dick, I eased off the bed and fixed my skirt.
I went to grab my Gucci purse, retrieving my gun and the lighter fluid that I neatly placed inside of a water bottle.
I walked back up to him and drizzled it from his face to his toes.
The rest of it went onto his sheets, I let the water trail me all the way to the entrance of his bedroom door, then dropped it.
Taking a seat on the edge of his bed, I mimicked his face expression and laughed at his fat ass.
“My name is Reaper, I’m here courtesy of Ream.
He’s paying me a sexy penny to assassinate you.
His wish is my command, you should’ve focused only on your beautiful country Armando instead of stepping on the next niggas toe’s.
You reap what the fuck you sow sweetheart and I’m just here to send you to your maker.
I pulled my cigarette box from my chest and took one out placing it in my mouth.
Lighting up the tip, I took a slow pull from it.
“I guess, I’ll see you in hell big boy.” I stood to my feet and stepped out of my heels making sure my feet didn’t touch where I poured the lighter liquid.
Taking a couple of more hits, I watched him move slow, trying to fight off the medication.
I picked my gun up and shot him right in the middle of his forehead.
Picking my heels up and making my way to my purse, I placed everything back inside.
Opening the room door, I dropped my cigarette and watched the fire travel right up to his dead body.
“What a cold way to die.” I turned on my feet and screamed for help, messing up my hair and pulling my shirt off only running in my bra, I screamed at the top of my lungs.
“Oh my god! Save him! Save him! It’s a fire!!! I yelled watching all the guards run past me and right to the room that had all the smoke and flames shooting out. Fucking idiots, I ran right out the back of the house and down the long street until I turned the corner and reached Ream’s waiting car.
I stood in front of Ream’s door, waiting for him to open it.
I was ready to get my money and go on about my way.
I had been spending the night at my dad’s house for the past two days in my old room.
Turning both phones off, since I had been back, I needed some space.
This morning when I powered on my phones, I had close to a hundred text messages and voicemails from Ream and unknown numbers.
When I finally called him back, he told me to meet me at his condo and come get my money.
I was expecting him to be able to transfer the shit to my account that way I didn’t have to interact with him at all.
“Reaper, good to see you.” He smiled and moved to the side to let me in. Reaper? He stopped calling me that name when I started giving him some pussy.
“Good to see you too Ream.” I took a seat on his couch as he sat across from me.
“Your money has been put into an offshore account, the card for it should be arriving at your P.O box, today or tomorrow.” He sat down across from me and lit his blunt.
“Then why did you have me come all the way over here Christian?”